I wanted to taste her, but even more than that, I wanted to remember what it felt like to be inside her. I needed to be reminded what home felt like, and she’s the only woman whose body had ever felt like home to me.
I took my time shedding the rest of our clothes, waiting for any sign she might be having second thoughts.
My eyes found hers as I slowly inched inside of her, knowing she was as ready for this as I was. “Mine,” I mouthed, feeling the truth of that reverberate inside of me.
She nodded, closing her eyes as our connection deepened, erasing all traces of the pain I’d caused her. Erasing all the doubts, fears, lonely nights, and meaningless days as I’d tried to learn how to live without her again, knowing that’s not how it was meant to be for either of us.
This merging of our bodies was the only thing that felt right. It felt real. Like the unbreakable twine threading through my past, present, and future. Linking me to this girl.
I closed my eyes, getting as lost in the moment as she was. The heat was building deep in my core, sending shock waves through me, as the intensity tore me apart. Not even on our wedding night, when I admitted I was in love with her, had it felt like this.
She cried out and I felt her release wash over me, her body throbbing in unison with mine. I claimed her cries in my mouth, kissing her hard, as my body picked up the pace. I couldn’t have slowed down if I wanted to. This thing between us was like a run-away freight train, building speed and momentum with every passing second. My moans and curses ringing off the ceiling as I spilled inside of her.
My arms were shaky from supporting my weight for so long and I knew I was at risk of collapsing if I didn’t roll off of her. Closing my eyes, I didn’t even try to talk as my heartrate and breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Wow,” she whispered, half-laughing. “I’ve missed that.”
“Yeah, me too.”
She rolled on her side to look at me. “What did you do in L.A.? You didn’t post anything on social media while you were there.”
I smiled. “Would you be happy if I told you I lived like a hermit and didn’t see anyone?”
“No. Okay, maybe.”
Laughing, I said, “Well, I didn’t exactly isolate. I saw some friends. Went out for dinner a couple of times. A few bars for drinks. Had some business meetings.” I could tell her mind was racing as she imagined me living a life she knew nothing about, with people she’d never met. “Worked out a lot.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“There’s a gym in my condo building.”
Nodding, she said, “Oh.”
“G, I know you’re dying to ask me about other women. Did I hook up with anyone—”
“I don’t have to ask that.” She held up my left hand. “I know you. This means something to you. You’d never screw around on me.”
“Damn right, I wouldn’t.” I sighed before pulling her close. “And I’m sorry I thought you would.”
She reared back to look at me. “What?”
“When Kaitlyn sent me that picture of you and your buddy, Danny, I lost my shit. I thought you were hooking up with him.”
“Kaitlyn texted you a picture of me and Danny?”
How could she have known? She was out of it when I was confronting Danny. I reached down, pulling my phone out of the pocket of my jeans. I unlocked the screen and heard her “Aww” when she spotted my screensaver. A photo of us on our wedding day.
I pulled up the picture Kaitlyn sent me and handed her the phone.
“What a bitch,” she whispered, staring at the picture. “Joel, I swear to you there’s nothing between us. He’s just a friend. Happily engaged with a baby on the way.”
“I know, I talked to him at the hospital, before you woke up.”
She passed the phone back to me. “But I can understand why you were pissed. If someone sent me a pic like that of you with another woman I would have lost it too.” She curled her hand around my bicep. “I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about.” I set the phone down on the nightstand before rolling on my side to face her. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I made you jealous,” she teased. “And I really didn’t mean to.”
